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Anticipation writhed inside me, the frisson of excitement settling in my core with molten heat. With Bane’s cock nestled firmly between my legs, I leaned forward to press myself against him fully, letting my head loll back as he drank.
The spiny crown of his cock dug into my lower belly, twitching with every slight shift of my hips.
I wanted him now, wanted to try my slightly-altered body and see if the tiny change would make a world of difference, but I didn’t want to stop the dizzying sensation of his sucking pulls, the clasp of his lips on my throat.
Not until he lapped his tongue against the wounds, sealing them, his eyes opening to reveal the glistening, ash-smeared gold of his irises.
He raised his claws to his own throat, waiting for me to say the word.
Yes, I said, taking his hand and moving his claws away. It was my turn to tilt my head, kissing the strong, corded muscles of his neck, tasting skin musk and salt. I moved down to the thick muscle between neck and shoulder, nipping once and then sinking my teeth in.
I didn’t break the skin. Not even close; my blunt human teeth would never pierce Bane’s dense, armored flesh. But he burst out with a brief laugh, his hips jerking upward, the rigid barbs on his cock flaring.
“How vicious,” he murmured with a grin. I dragged my teeth over him, finding the thi
Here, I told him, and ran my tongue over the spot.
Bane nicked himself with his own claw, and unlike mine, his blood didn’t burst forth. It dripped like dark syrup, sweet and spicy, and I let it flow before catching it with my tongue.
The heat filled my throat, burning all the way down to my stomach and into my veins. I felt him filling me, the bond between us growing every time I drank from him.
It was a never-ending circle inscribed between us now. Me and him, him and me, from one into the other and back again. We were in each others’ veins, flowing through each other’s hearts, written together all the way down to the marrow in our bones.
The circle between our blood and souls had met, and I wanted our bodies to match, finishing the loop of completion.
Before Bane could have second thoughts, before he could warn me or stop me, I rose up, the barbs grazing my stomach and mound, until he was poised at my wet entrance.
I sank down, not giving myself any time to worry. There was the pressure, the sensation of being invaded, and then… rich fullness. I gasped, wriggling down further, even as Bane let out a strangled snarl.
“Cirri, for… how?”
I was impatient, I signed quickly, gripping his shoulders as I took more of him. The barbs flared inside me, locking him deep in my pussy.
I knew my idea had succeeded when my stretched core reached the base of his monstrous cock, and a thrust of my hips ground my clit against the hard plane of muscle above it. No pain, only pleasure, that fullness.
Bane grumbled, hands clamped on my hips, and he sucked in a breath as I rose again, feeling the length of his shaft sliding easily inside me.
I couldn’t break the bond between us, not with those flared barbs, but I rose high enough to drag my tongue over the wound in his neck, lapping at another spicy, burning mouthful of blood.
He groaned for me, thighs flexing to drive his cock upwards, deeper.
Yes, I signed again, braced on my knees and clinging to his shoulders, lips wrapping around his throat as he pumped into me. The heat in my veins melted into the spiraling bliss in my core, the barbs of his crown smoothly grazing my pussy with every thrust.
They stroked against that sensitive spot deep inside me, melting my knees to liquid, a squirmy, unfamiliar but not unpleasant feeling rising. I pulled from his throat, licking my teeth for every last hint of that spice, my breath coming quick and hard as the sensation increased.
I looked up into Bane’s eyes, licking my lips for the last drops of his blood, and he slid his hands under my thighs, mindful of his claws, and lifted me, exposing the glistening length of his cock. His barbed crown was flared out completely, hard and grasping, refusing to leave my body.
I wriggled in his grasp, sinking back down. His lips drew back, exposing his reddened fangs in a feral snarl.
When I rose again, he lifted me, moving me around—adjusting me without his cock ever sliding from me, turning me so that my back was to his chest, my legs splayed wide open and held apart by his powerful thighs. I was nestled in his lap, his cock buried to the base and sending those thrilling jolts through my nerves.
Clawed hands slid my skirts up around my hips, ru
“Gods, you’re soaked for me, my beauty.” He pulled my hair aside, ru
His lips touched my neck, a Bane-kiss over the pinkened skin he’d fed from, sending sizzling heat through me. I was aware of every inch of skin, everywhere he touched, my nipples hardened, clit aching for more.
Bane’s breath was warm, his voice deep and rough in my ear. “Now take the beast you crave.”
I shivered, my back arched, and suddenly the whole world moved.
But it was just us, Bane picking me up and bringing me to the ground. He grabbed my discarded cloak, flinging it over the leaves on the ground, and I put out my arms, catching myself on all fours.
He kept a grip on my hips, holding them firmly as he seated his cock to the base, and then pulled out and thrust back in with shocking force.
Two more thrusts, my body quaking, and the flared barbs and ridges brought that liquid feeling to the forefront. Even braced on the ground, my knees trembled, and my upper body sank to the ground, muscles weak. I pressed my face to the wind-chilled cloak, sucking in air, gasping out my pleasure for him.
Bane leaned over me, tongue sliding over my lips. I opened for him, arching myself into thrusts, breasts swaying heavily with every drive. His warmth covered me, the pulsing urgency of his cock sending me closer to the edge.
I was distantly aware that not that long ago, this could’ve killed me. I felt the thickness of him spearing deep, my lower belly bulging outwards every so slightly as my changes accommodated his size, turning what would’ve been mutilation into pleasure.
On my hands and knees for him, taking the strength of a fiend on my back and in my sex, I felt I’d made the right choice. The only choice.
He braced one hand above my head, the other slipping over my hip to stroke my stomach, down to my needy, exposed clit.
I gasped as he touched me, his hips never stopping in their brutal, relentless assault. We fucked like animals, gasping, growling, the heat in my center growing every time his hips pounded against me.
Bane’s cock throbbed again, sending another flare through the barbs, and they dragged over the spot that made my knees jelly. As his fingers circled my clit again, slow and teasing, I didn’t just slip to the edge—I plunged fully over.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, giving myself up entirely to the wants of a beast, craving his hard, primal needs, I came apart on him, shuddering and squirming, losing all control of my body. My breaths huffed in tight, desperate gasps, steam curling from my lips in the cold I no longer felt.
Bane grunted as my pussy clamped tightly around him, driving deeper, his weight pressing my bucking hips into the earth. My core was soaked, letting his cock glide with ease, deeper—until the grunt became a snarl, his teeth scraping over my shoulder.
I heard a click as his fangs clamped together, his cock driving deep enough to cause a twinge, and then he let himself go. There was a hot flood, a rush of warmth and wetness as his seed filled me, almost a physical heaviness in my womb.
He panted for breath, the barbs keeping him locked deep, as my muscles slowly relaxed.
“Cirri. Lover,” he murmured, ruffling my hair.
It didn’t hurt at all, I signed lazily, shifting against him. Most of me was warm beneath him, but my toes were cold. A fair price to pay for this pleasure. And yes, I did ask her to make a few changes. She did such a masterpiece with my hands, I supposed… this wouldn’t be too much different. Enough to level the playing field between our kinds.
Bane said nothing for a moment that stretched on a little too long, and I twisted my head to look at him from the corner of my eye. Are you upset?
He nuzzled my temple and cheekbone, and then shifted most of his weight to the side, settling so his cock remained flared and locked inside me, but his weight didn’t crush my torso.
From there he stared into my eyes, reading my worries.
“No. I could’ve been patient, but… no. I’d rather you decide what your body needs, than to risk being damaged in an attempt. The only problem is…”
Yes? I felt my muscles trying to tense. Did he dislike the feel of me, now that I could take him all? Was the potential breaking of a human more appealing?
And then I told myself not to be stupid. I was beyond those concerns now. I fully trusted that he loved me as I was, even with some adjustments.
“You’ll have created a monster.” His fangs flashed in a quick grin. “How am I supposed to focus on anything else, knowing we can rut as much as we please?”
Oh, no, that’s terrible. I would never want such a thing. Having mind-shattering orgasms every day will probably ruin my life.
I pouted my lip out at him, and he did a tiny lunge to nip at me, fangs clicking.
“Smart mouth,” he whispered, and then gently twisted my face to him, kissing me gently, fangs and all. “We did it right.”
I blinked, distracted by the warm softness of his lips juxtaposed against the slick hardness of his fangs, and remembered I was still wearing the nearly-weightless spidersilk gown.
Now it was rucked up and twisted, and red from the bodice to the waist, the spatters of my life’s blood fading into pristine white.
The wedding night I should’ve given you. I touched a red stain; it was completely dry, my blood soaked into the spidersilk.
“No. No regrets. This is another step forward in our journey, the one we take together. I’m glad that this is our wedding done right, when we know each other, when we’re not strangers to one another.” He gazed at me, the kind of warm, loving gaze I’d never imagined turned towards a person such as myself.
Never, I said. You are mine, and I’m yours. You’ve never been a stranger to me.
“Nor you to me, but… this is our happily ever after.” He touched my cheek, claws trailing down my throat and the sidelong curve of my breast, down to my waist and the dimples in my lower back. “All fears dispelled. All enemies conquered. All wishes come true.”